Friends? Fred Weasley x OC

CHAPTER TEN

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Chapter ten

The next morning, Amelia woke up to an unusually quiet room. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the floor, but the absence of any noise or movement was strange. Normally, Fred or George would have woken her up for breakfast by now. She sat up in bed, confused, and looked around. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?" she mumbled to herself. Slipping out of bed, she put on her slippers and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to tame the wild strands. After throwing on some casual clothes, she opened the door, only to be greeted by something unexpected—a cascade of colorful feathers rained down on her head, followed by the sudden burst of a loud popping sound. Amelia let out a frustrated groan as she stood frozen in the doorway, covered in feathers from head to toe. It took her a moment to process what had happened before she realized who was behind it.

"Fred! George!" she yelled, trying to shake the feathers out of her hair, but they clung to her like glue. She could hear laughter echoing from down the hall, and sure enough, Fred and George appeared around the corner, grinning mischievously. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Fred teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Didn't want you to miss out on the fun," George added, barely containing his laughter.

Amelia crossed her arms, glaring at the twins. "Seriously? Feathers? You couldn't think of anything more creative?" Fred shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "It's a classic, really. Plus, you look quite lovely with feathers in your hair." "Very stylish," George agreed, grinning. "Maybe it'll start a new trend." Amelia tried to brush the feathers off, but they were stubbornly sticking to her clothes and hair. "I'm going to kill you both," she muttered under her breath, though a smile tugged at her lips despite herself. Fred stepped forward, still chuckling. "Aw, come on, love. You can't be mad at us forever."

"Just think of it as a little wake-up call," George added. "It's what you get for sleeping in." She glared at them for another moment before finally cracking a smile. "You two are impossible." Fred reached out and plucked a feather from her hair. "But you love us for it, right?" Amelia rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately, yes."

The twins grinned even wider, clearly pleased with their successful prank. As they walked down to breakfast together, Amelia still covered in stray feathers, she couldn't help but laugh along with them. Even if they drove her mad sometimes, she wouldn't trade these moments for anything.

When they finally made their way downstairs, Amelia still sporting feathers stuck in her hair and clothes, the sight caused an immediate reaction. Mr. Weasley, who was sipping his tea at the breakfast table, burst into hearty laughter the moment he laid eyes on her.

"Well, look at that! A walking pillow fight!" he said, laughing so hard his shoulders shook. Amelia groaned, trying to shake off the feathers while shooting an annoyed glance at Fred and George, who were now smugly grinning at their father's reaction. But Mrs. Weasley wasn't as amused. She sent a sharp look at her husband, her eyes narrowing in disapproval.

"Arthur!" she said in a firm tone, crossing her arms. "You're encouraging them!" Mr. Weasley cleared his throat, attempting to wipe the grin off his face as he looked over at the twins. "Now, boys, that was... erm, a bit much, don't you think?" His attempt at a scolding was undermined by the smile still tugging at his lips. Fred and George exchanged a glance, clearly unfazed by the half-hearted reprimand.

"Come on, Dad," Fred said, chuckling. "You know you love it."

"Yeah, she looks great," George added, with a wink at Amelia. Harry and Ron, sitting at the table, tried desperately to stifle their laughter, but the sight of Amelia still half-covered in colorful feathers was too much. Their snickering grew louder, and soon enough, they both gave up, laughing openly.